May Heaven be propitious, and smile on the cause of my country.
I was informed... that some... were dreaming and wished to return.
I cannot consent to be led three or four hundred leagues out of my route, without its being by force of arms.
Smoke the pipe of peace, bury the tomahawk, and become one nation.
The preparations for my new voyage prevented the possiblity of my paying that attention to the correction of my errors, that I should otherwise have done.
Why cannot we correct the baneful passions, without weakening the good?